If once I venture into the garden of love,
Nothing seeking, all alone,
But before I can even look at the garden,
What if all the flowers are already gone?
What if my feet sprawl deep into the mud,
And my toes crumble a rose just born,
So when I reach out my hand to feel the petals,
What if the only thing I feel is thorns?
What if those thorns pierce right into my heart,
Turning it into an even harder stone,
So when I look into the mirror, i don't see my soul,
All I see is flesh and bone.
Bones that run over an unseen soul,
And bones that shadow the best of me,
Those that don't care what the inside of me is,
But keep the outside for the world to see.
Which runs its eyes over the crook of my neck,
Which judges me on the sizes I can be,
But what if I don't want to fit into any of those sizes,
What if I just want to be a "size me"?
What if the way I laugh is what someone dreams of,
What if I do look beautiful when i smile,
What if there exists a thing in the way I move,
for which somebody could walk for miles.
What if the only person I could trust,
is someone else than me,
What if the beauty I'm incapable of seeing in myself,
Is what someone else's eyes don't fail to see?
The stage on which I play my part,
I've seen myself forget some lines,
But before I realize I have to skip to the end,
I'm already running short of time.
But what if I don't want to be running around,
What if i don't want to be bound by a clock,
And before chasing yet another thought,
What if i just want to take a deep breath and stop?
